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As I entered the main room, the kittens were still lounging about and talking, completely unaware of what had occurred or that there was even a man held against his will and tortured in the basement. I wondered what they would think when the screams filled the room.
I listened.
Nothing.
Then I heard the sound of the men walking up the stairs. Each one passed me and walked toward their kitten. It was as if nothing happened.
Eddie walked up beside me and took my hand. “You’re in trouble, my pet. Deep trouble.”
“Dylan?” I squeaked. “Please.”
Chapter Thirteen
Eddie Vasco
“He’ll be left alone.” I could see her shoulders relax in relief. “Dylan won’t pay for your crimes. You will.”
I wasn’t angry. It was only human nature for Nayla to do what she had done. But regardless, penance had to be paid. The men knew what she did, and the other kittens could see that she had removed her tail. If I let her off with just a verbal warning, there would be chatter from everyone behind my back that I was whipped by this woman. I couldn’t come across as weak or out of control.
A public discipline session was the only answer.
She jumped the moment my hand smacked her ass.
“Oww!” she squealed, her heels rising off the floor and her hands moving to cover her rear, protecting herself from further punishment.
I wasn’t going to allow her discipline to be over that easy. I took hold of her body and bent her over the dining room table where we had just had our meal.
“Put your hands above your head,” I commanded, my lips nearly at her neck as I leaned down, moving her hands, placing them on the table before us. “Don’t move,” I warned, bringing my hand back down to the curve of her ass before swatting her bare behind again.
Her hips jumped and her toes pushed up, moving her backside slightly higher. I had never spanked anyone with an audience before, and though I would have preferred to have this little spitfire back in my room in private, I had no choice but to show all the men—and their pets—how I treated my kitten when she was defiant.
This embarrassing and shameful act was on her. I had warned her to behave.
It was high time she began taking my threats seriously.
Her firm ass on display for all to see turned me the fuck on. I knew it was obvious my cock tented my pants, but no doubt Nayla’s curves and smoothness of her skin was doing the exact same thing to every man watching on. I wanted to not only spank her ass but touch and taste the sweet cream that dripped from her pussy.
She was wet. I could see it glistening back at me. Begging for me to lick it off of her.
My hand came down repeatedly, smacking her bottom from the crease all the way down to where she sat. I didn’t want to bruise or blister her rear by spanking her too hard since the shame of a bare bottom spanking in front of others should be punishment enough, but with every searing swat, Nayla grew wetter and wetter. The harder I spanked, the more she seemed to enjoy it, which only made me want to crash my palm against her flesh even harder.
She whimpered and gasped, moaning with pleasure. I watched the swelling of her pussy as I spread her legs further apart to swat the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.
I smacked up against her pussy, hearing her sharp gasp as her legs slammed shut, capturing my hand as her hips began to thrust.
Oh, yes. I could see…
My little pet wanted me to finger fuck her with all to see. No shame. No bashfulness. Lust had taken over.
“You want to come, my kitten?” I asked, leaning closer as her legs unclenched and my fingers dove into her wetness, stroking her folds and the fire between her thighs.
She nodded as an erotic mewl escaped her lips. Her body tightened and eyes squeezed shut as her passion seemed to grow right before my eyes. She kept her hands above her head, her fingers splayed out before her like a cat clawing, gripping and tugging at the wood under her grasp. Nayla’s lips parted and her breathing came out deeper and heavier as my fingers caressed the folds of her wet pussy, teasing her clit, circling her toward orgasm.
All eyes were all on us. I knew it. Nayla had to know it.
My kitten was an exhibitionist and a masochist. I fucking loved it.
I petted my pet’s wetness, feeling her swell under my ministrations as her insides began to clamp down, clenching onto my finger as I added a second. I thrust my fingers in a curved motion, as her hips ground into my palm. My other hand came up to smack her reddened ass over and over again. Nayla cried out with each searing swat as she trembled against my palm, gasping and moaning.
